“Your butt is too tasty for me to forget you.”
You will die.
And all of your life you were just seeking for the love that saves you.
How stupid will you feel in the last moments of your life?
Clown in a circus,
or,
more precisely,
audience member that takes the clown,
and the whole circus,
seriously.
Idiot.
Why does it smell so good after the rain?
Why are we so fucking dull?!
Cities are graves,
populated by zombies.
Looking at their phones.
swiping,
and posting,
and swiping,
and posting.
Trying to boost their fragile fucking egos.
Trying to find love that they can abuse and control,
cause they need to feed those little demons inside,
they are slaves of them.
Order some more takeout.
Subscribe to something.
Again.
We have the same hell,
and the same heaven.
Same demons,
and same angels.
Yet we compete.
Instead of crying together.
For fucking what?
“I will set people free.”
“do what you love. and then for other stuff, do the minimal.”
“competition kills. and you do things because of competition. prove your friend. prove your stupid ass father. you compete with others. you compete with your brother. instead of loving. you piece of shit. haha. but love is possible. we must believe in this.”
“we desperately seek for recognition. why?”
“mayonnaise is fucking magical. fuck you marx, don't take my mayo!!!! how else could it be so goooooood?!?!?!”
“I will die. Repeat that 3 times before going to sleep. And 3 times once you wake up.”